Last day of reading buddies.

I am sad. This was the last day of reading buddies. Yesterday was my last day with Piper. Today was my last day with Isabel.
Yesterday the secretary gave us a picture of all of them, which they had all signed. It was so sweet.

It's extremely blurry, but you can sort of make out who they are. :)
Piper is on the far right, and Isabel is next to her.

We gave each one a note, and Nan and I both added a P.S. that roughly said:
Mrs. –––
I love your daughter and would love to babysit her! Here is my phone number:

So hopefully I'll get to babysit them this summer, and maybe read next year. They can always use more readers! *HINT HINT*

THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!

-Quote from the play I was in (Mortimer, Arsenic and Old Lace)

Once again, I.... Yep! You guessed it. Have an idea for another story. *sigh* I don't want more ideas... they're rather tiring. But I just keep getting them. And I CAN'T just abandon the idea after I get it. You see, I love my little ideas. Especially when they're so young and cuddly and inviting and just bursting with possibilities! The beginning of the story is always the most fun (except maybe the last sentence).
But I wish I didn't get so many ideas; I love each and every one, but they come so often and there are so many of them! And most of them are just ideas for a setting, a character, or a storyline. They don't come fully-formed; I have to work at them.
Each one is a piece of a story, begging me to put some time and words to it. Time and words, that's what makes a story.
This story is about a girl who lives in a hospital/orphanage run by nuns in the dark ages. The people who live there are either nuns or people who are hurt. Her "sister" is mute; I think she might be lame.
Perhaps this could tie into my journal-style story about a deaf girl (or was she blind?) in the middle ages...

Grrr. I have so much to do and so little time to encourage all these little story buds...

Mushrooms!

I just had to share this picture because the mushrooms look so... perfectly mushroomy.
I must say: I'm not a mushroom person. I'll eat them. But I don't really enjoy them. However, I love the idea of eating them. :) It's a very romantic idea.

Winter days

This is my dog, dressed for the weather. Even with all his fur, he needs a cap for these brisk, winter mornings! Though 42º (Mr. Weatherman says it feels like 32º) isn't bad for winter... On May 4, however, it's a bit strange.
I usually don't blog about the weather. It's usually not an interesting topic. But considering that only last Tuesday I was blogging about how considerably hot it was, and just last Thursday we had snow here, I thought it worth mentioning.
(Note: This picture was actually taken in February, but I thought it fit.)

Anyway, I love blustery weather and the excuse of being able to wear cardigans and scarves a little longer – though I rather hope it will be more springy by my birthday.
It's a lovely world: full of surprises and unexpected turns! I asked for cold; and here we are!



This is what I feel like: Rainy and Romantic; I feel like curling up with some Beatrix Potter and a cup of tea...